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As you can probably tell my faith is a very important part of who I am. Have you ever asked yourself the following questions, questions such as:

“Who am I really?”“What is my purpose in having been born?”“What am I doing here?”“Where am I going when I leave here?”“What is the real meaning of life?”“Isn’t there more to life than this?”“Are families truly forever?”“Does God care about my suffering?”"What's missing in my life?"

Click on the following link where you can find the answers to these questions and so much more, answered in real time by real people. I would invite you to check it out for yourself and find out some of the answers to burning questions you may be asking: Mormon.org

I watched a nest from day to day.
A green nest full of pleasant shade,
Wherein three speckled eggs were laid;
But when they should have hatched in May,
The two old birds had grown afraid
Or tired and flew away.

Then in my wrath, I broke the bough
That I had tended so with care,Hoping its scent should fill the air;
I crushed the eggs, not heeding how
Their ancient promise had been fair;
I would have vengeance now.

But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
And the eggs answered me again;
Because we failed dost thou complain?
Is thy wrath just? And what if God,
Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,
Should also take the rod?
~Christina Rossetti, Everyman's Poetry

I think this poem is about our impatience and the capacity we have to take matters into our own hands because we tire of waiting for others to do the right thing Or we judge others harshly, thinking to ourselves . . . they should have done this . . . or they should have done that. But who are we to judge? To take matters into our own hands?? Should we not leave all of that to a much higher power than ourselves? There is a scripture which tells us that the same stick which we used to measure others will be used to measure us.

I often speak these words to myself . . . there, but for the Grace of God . . . go I. I am not perfect, not by a long stretch. I have my own weaknesses and failings that I will have to account for at the end of the day . . . never mind adding to them by being judgmental and harsh with my fellow man. Oh, I do fail at times . . . but am quickly brought up short when I realize what I am doing and then repent. Oh, thank God for repentance and His perfect love for us . . . for forgiveness.

I love to read poetry and ponder on it's meanings. I don't know if the things I get from it are what the writer intended . . . I only know how the words make me feel. Oh to be blessed with such a talent to move hearts and minds . . . and to give pause to thought with only a few words. Simply amazing.

Patience is not passive resignation, nor is it failing to act because of
our fears. Patience means active waiting and enduring. It means staying
with something and doing all that we can - working, hoping, and
exercising faith; bearing hardship with fortitude, even when the desires
of our hearts are delayed. patience is not simply enduring; it is
enduring well!~Dieter F Uchtdorf

1 comment:

I'm far from perfect too and am thankful that every new day brings a chance to do it right once more. I too love poetry and appreciate those that can put so many good thoughts into words. Hope you have a super Saturday!

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"There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of COOKING dinner for someone she loves." ~Thomas Wolfe

I've been a wordsmith and artist from the moment I was capable of holding a brush, crayon, pencil or pen in my hands. On this page you get to taste some of my writings, and on the Art page, The Artful Heart, you can see some of my artistic endeavours. I've always got a story or a picture dancing around in my mind. That's part of what makes life so delightful for me and part of the way I make my day much brighter.